Every time Leonardo DiCaprio dies I cry. Romeo, Gatsby, ill-fated liner passenger: he makes me care very deeply about who he’s pretending to be. The triumph of this film was his performance, though there was some glittery frippery to sift through in order to see it. There was a great deal of eye-rolling in the cinema every time a Jay-Z song with rather too on-the-nose lyrics stormed into the scene. I rather like the idea of contemporary music to evoke the freshness of the Jazz Age, I just feel in the execution it could have drawn less attention to itself.
Generally, the glamour seemed false, the extreme close ups staged and the Nick Carraway back story wholly unnecessary. However, I rather loved it by the end. The poignancy of the story was preserved, on the whole it was well acted and a great deal of the voice over was taken directly from the text, so I loved that already. Essentially, nothing matters more than the eponymous hero and Gatsby was near perfection.
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